Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

A dark, thickly-furred ear swivelled back as Blackbear detected the approach of another. The wind was in his favor - and in both their favor, where the deer were concerned - so she turned her head to see who it was as he approached. Although she did not recognize the wolf before he by sight or name, he bore their scent and seemed healthy enough. Since he was on the trail of the deer and didn't seem too intent on having a conversation, she assumed he must just be hungry.

With a brisk wag of her tail, the shewolf picked up her pace, indicating her desire to get to the food as well. After this, though, she would keep pace with the male, sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye as she tried to deduce what role he would play. Blackbear tended to take down larger prey through attrition, but not all wolves had the patience for such long games as these.

She decided that, if the male seemed eager to get it over with, she'd do what she could to bring their chosen prey down quickly.

Presently, they came upon the herd. Blackbear slowed her pace significantly, not wanting to be detected before they'd chosen their target. She also took the time to perform a headcount, murmuring some of the numbers aloud as she picked out each individual. None of them stood out as particularly old or weak (to her), so Blackbear turned her attention to a younger buck - just past the age where it might be labeled a fawn. Daddy had always gone for the males when there was no other clear choice, saying that it was better take a possible father than a possible mother.

Blackbear had mixed feelings on that.

But anyway. Hunting. After scoping out the herd, she looked questioningly to her companion.